Chapter 22: Control
"This is really good Babe. Good job!" Carver said stuffing the blueberry scone deeper and deeper into his mouth.
"Uh thank you," I blushed. "You should probably chew though. You probably don't want to gag and then blow chunks of undigested scone all over the dashboard."
He took a huge gulp and wiped away the crumbs with the back of his hand when he said, "That's not going to be a problem for me. You know I don't have a gag reflex...unlike someone I know." He chuckled to himself and jabbed me right in the left boob with his elbow which was just centimeters away from hitting my device.
"Hey! I'm not that bad! I'm kinda getting used to it. I can almost get all of you down. Ass!" I yelled reaching over to twist his nipple causing him to jerk and swerve into the other lane.
"H-Hey, I'm driving!" he said as he adjusted back into the lane. "You could have killed us...if there were cars on the road right now."
"Oh you mean like when I almost killed us when you were knocked unconscious earlier?" I mentioned while rubbing my chest. God if I get a bruise, someone's getting stabbed in their pretty face. "Sorry we can't all have no gag reflexes. I wouldn't have known, you know, since I'm not big enough for you to gag on."
"Babe, don't be like that," he said consoling me with his hand on my thigh. "You have plenty."
"Not enough for you to even pretend to gag."
"No, but it tickles my epiglottis, does that make you feel better?"
"Is that the dangly thing at the back of the mouth?"
"Yes, the dangly thing," he chuckled again. "Have I told you just how cute you are?"
"Everyday and don't you dare stop."
"Who said I was? I'm going to keep saying it until you get sick of me."
"Like that's ever gonna happen."
"I hope it never does," he said grabbing my left hand and holding it. "Remind me again, what else did you pack?"
"Chips and noodles. Want me to open you a bag? Give me a second," I said as I dug around in my bag for the chips.
"Actually I was wondering if I could try your noods?"
"My nudes? Why do you want to—oh! You meant noodles, duh," I said rolling my eyes at my own blonde moment. "But you're driving."
"I know, I was hoping you could...feed me? If you don't want to it's fine, I just—I can smell it from here and I really want to try it. But I can eat it later...you know what, it's fine. Forget I said anything. How about another scone?"
"I-I can feed you. It's just gonna be a little awkward."
"I don't mind but if it's too much of a hassle then you can hand me another scone or chips, whichever is easier. Honestly, I'm fine with anything you give me."
With my lips pursed to the left, I kept looking between Carver and the glass container filled with the leftover peanut noodle salad. After exhaling sharply through my nostrils, I reached into my bag and he was right, the peanut scent was leeching out of the plastic covering. My entire messenger bag smelled like peanut butter. I need to pack these noodles more often. There should be a peanut butter scented cologne, I'd abuse the crap out of it. As I pulled the cover off, the mouthwatering smell intensified. Grabbing the plastic fork out of my bag's front pocket, I swirled a quick bite and shoved into my mouth really quick.
"So good!" I screamed internally. You can barely tell because of the enormous amount of soba noodles but there were slices of red cabbage and carrot matchsticks.
"How rude," Carver said dryly. "Don't mind me, I'll just drive."
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," I apologized as I quickly swirled another bite onto the fork. "Okay, here comes the choo choo train. Open up!"
Carver slightly turned his head to the right with his mouth wide open but kept both eyes still on the road. I quickly shoveled the nutty noodles into his mouth as I dragged the fork from his pink lips with faint streaks of peanut butter left on the center of his lips. I watched in awe as his eyes rolled back as he chewed through what seemed like an orgasmic experience.
"Ip fo goob," he said with mouth his full with a few noodles dangling from the corners of his mouth. He swallowed with a smile on his face. "Can I have another bite?"
"Of course," I said as I swirled him another and fed him it. "I'm glad you like it, I wasn't sure at first because of how spicy I made it but I guess you can handle it. You have no idea how bad of a reaction my mom had when she tried it last night and then I had to hear about how it wrecked her this morning too."
"Spiby?" he asked as he stopped chewing and that's when things started to go south. I could see him sweat and he started to fan himself. "Waber!"
"What's wrong?" I asked worried.
That's when he started to pantomime himself drinking as he held an invisible bottle and kept tilting his head back.
"Do you want water? I don't underst—"
Carver started to profusely nod his head as he started to turn red.
"Okay, okay, here!" I said as I panicked as I became too flustered to unscrew the cap on the bottle and just tossed the bottle into his lap.
At this point, Carver's whole body was shaking and he was covered in a cold sweat. With his left knee propped under the wheel, he unscrewed the cap and I watched him chug the whole bottle. It was definitely one of those wow moments. After he had chugged the whole bottle, he pulled over to the side of the road coincidentally right in front of the "You are now leaving Azure Heights" sign.
"Y-You okay?" I asked concerned.
"Not really," he huffed exhausted slinking forward. "Why didn't you tell me it was spicy? My mouth is still on fire. How are you not dying right now?"
"Sorry, I didn't really think about it until after. I should have known better honestly. The only person I know who has the same tolerance as me is well Mama Rose. My mom, Lulu, Dante, everyone are on the no heat zone. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. I mean it's good but can you make one without any spice next time? I can't handle pepper. The most I can do is black pepper."
"Black pepper? I'm sorry, what? We're gonna need to change that, ASAP."
"Good luck with that. You can count me out."
"Oh come on, you won't even try? Not even for me?"
"Fang, I don't want to die but I'll try for you. I've never really gotten along with spicy food though so I'm a lost cause."
"Fine, be that way you big baby. It's not even that hot. I only put one bird's eye chili. I could have put three. That's mild in my book."
"I don't even know what that is. Is that like a jalapeno? I can't even handle that."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time, spice baby," I said rolling my eyes.
"Did you just call me a spice baby?" he asked offended.
"Well that's what you are so."
"Give me another."
"Another what?"
"What do you think?" he asked right before turning off the car and snatching the noodles out from my lap. He then proceeded to stuffing his face with the same noodles he was crying over seconds ago. He straight up looked like that boy from Matilda who kept engorging himself with chocolate cake except this wasn't as entertaining to watch. If anything it was just really cringe-y. He was maybe three bites in before his face started to get red and damp.
"Carver stop, you don't need to prove anything to me."
"No, I cam boo vis," he said while his eyes started to water and his nose started to run. His bites started to slow down as I can see the pain in his eyes. "Ib hurbs."
"Babe...are you...okay?" I asked as I slowly took the almost empty container from him and stowed it away back in my bag. He finally swallowed his last bite and honestly he looked like a hot mess with his face drenched in sweat, snot pouring out of his nose, and the dried up remnants of his salty tears streaked across his red face.
"I'm good. I feel a little sick but I think I'll be fine. See, I'm no spice baby," he said out of breath. He turned to me, smiled, and then out of nowhere slammed head first into the wheel.
"Carver! Oh my god!" I cried as I reached over to check up on him. "Oh my god, I killed him. My noods killed him."
"I'm...alive. Just need to...take...a break," he muttered.
"Oh Carver," I sighed rubbing his back slowly. "Do you want some more water? I know it doesn't help, actually it makes it a lot worse, but if you just let it sit in your mouth for a while it helps, kinda sorta not really."
"Can you hold me?" he groaned.
"Of course," I smiled and pulled him closer to me so he was lying against me with his head just beneath my own and my back against the passenger door. As uncomfortable as I was, he looked so peaceful nestled into me. "You shouldn't have done that you big goof. If you thought it hurt going in, it's gonna hurt a lot more coming out."
"It's your fault. You made me do it," he snorted.
"Bullshit, I didn't make you do anything. You just had to prove a point and let me tell you, it didn't work in your favor, but you're my spice baby. But hey, at least we found something you're not automatically good at. I can't deepthroat and you can't handle a hint of pepper. It's no biggie."
"I hate you but I love you. I'm feeling very conflicted right now," he whined bitterly.
"Uh huh, I hate but love you too," I said kissing the top of his head. "So should I wake you up in ten minutes or something?"
"No, I'll get up soon, but um, would it be okay if we stay like this for a little while longer?"
"U-Um y-y-yeah of course. Whatever you want to do, I'm here for it," I said holding onto him tighter as I could feel my own face flush. My hearrrrrrt!
A couple minutes passed while I held him close to me. I tried not to wriggle around too much as to not bother him even though I was still super uncomfortable with the arm rest indenting my mid-back. This whole time I thought was doing a pretty decent job until he broke the silence.
"Hey Fang?"
"Hm? What's up?"
"Can we do this more often?"
"Do what? Go on road trips together? Sure. I mean I guess I still have to get driver's license and—"
"No, I mean can we do this? You know where we just chill and you hold me? I-If you don't want to that's fine, it's just—I just like it when you hold me."
"Aw babe. Of course we can keep doing this. Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could have been the big spoon a long time ago, not that I mind being the little spoon or anything."
"I don't know. Maybe I could blame it on the whole toxic male fragility problem guys have, n-not like I'm calling you less of a man because you don't care about that kind of thing. Fuck, I'm just going to shut up now before I put my foot in my mouth any farther."
"So I'm not a guy because I'm not macho?" I teased.
"Oh fuck, that's not what I meant!" Carver yelled as he sat up to face me.
I know he meant nothing by it but I couldn't help it, my eyes just started to well up. He's never really yelled at me before, at least not like this, so I'm not used to it and regardless I don't do well when situations like these arise. I don't do well in confrontations which is why I avoid them at all costs.
"God dammit!" Carver cried as he smacked his head like one of those toy monkeys with the cymbals. "Baby, please don't cry. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that. What I meant is—You're still a guy, I was just—Fuck!"
"I-I'm sorry, it's not your fault," I said softly as I wiped my tears away. "I don't want you to blame yourself. I-I just can't handle it when people yell at me so my body's only reaction to something like that is to cry. I hate it, always have."
"It's still my fault. I yelled at you for no reason and I made you cry. I'm the asshole, not you, you have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."
"Okay then I accept your apology. It really was nothing. I don't fault you at all."
"You don't understand. It is, I have to apologize when I do that. I can usually stop myself because I don't want you to think of me as this monster. I know you said it doesn't bother you but I'm scared you're going to look at me differently now."
"Like I said before, I don't and I won't. You have nothing to apologize for. Where is all of this coming from?" I probed.
"I blame my dad," he said bitterly.
"You're dad? This is the second time you've brought him up today. You always talk about your mom but I don't think we've ever talked about your dad before. Is there a reason why? Do you want to talk about him?"
He sighed and shook his head.
"My dad would always get these sudden bursts of aggression on a daily basis. It wasn't always directed at me, sometimes my mom and she would just take it. And I hated it. I hated how she always made it look like it wasn't a big deal so I would always stand up for her and when I did...let's just say I would stay in my room for days on end," he gulped. "My dad was a bad person, the worst. I-I'm happy you'll never have to meet him. We'd never be together if he was here right now. He'd ruin you, ruin us, like he ruined me."
"Carver, I—I'm sorry."
"I just want to be better, do better. I don't want to resort to fits of rage whenever a slight inconvenience happens and I don't ever want you to feel like I'm taking anything out on you or taking advantage of you. You have no idea how much I love you, I'd hate myself if I ever were to hurt you. I'd rather die than to think that I was—"
I could see the hurt in his face. I had no idea about any of this. Actually I don't think we ever really spoke about his past. Carver's very much so a "live in the now" kind of person. I mean he talks about our future every now and then but he's just a "live in the now" kind of person. Whatever happened between him and his dad must be a lot worse than how he's describing it right now. I can't even wrap my head around it. I thought my parents were bad but something tells me there's something a lot more sinister behind Carver's upbringing. It's a good thing he died in that car accident, I just wish he didn't lose his mom too. She seems like an angel compared to this hell spawn.
"Carver, don't talk like that," I said holding his hands in mine. He was so shaky that it hurt me just to see him like this. I've never seen him like this, ever. "I hate seeing you like this. I never knew you had to go through something like that. You can ask me anything, you don't have to be scared to ask. I'm willing to do anything and everything for you, for us. I mean I have my limits, you know I do, but well you know there's no judgment between the two of us. I'm still learning what it means to be a good boyfriend and if being a good boyfriend means holding you to put your mind at ease or to make you feel good, whatever, I'm your man. I'll hold you forever. I'll never let you go."
"You promise? Forever?"
"Foolish mortal, you'll never escape my grasp!" I laughed maniacally. "But yeah, forever."
"You're such a weirdo. I love you."
"You're not too normal yourself, but I love you too. Carver I know this is going to sound silly but I hope that when you're with me you feel safe with like I do when I'm with you. Even a knight like yourself needs to feel safe."
"You do, trust me. Having you hold me like this makes all my worries just wash away like they never even existed. I feel safest when I'm with you, even when you're not holding me. I feel like I can take on the world when I'm with you. I appreciate you a lot." Carver inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. He turned to me then his focus shifted slightly to behind me. "I know we have to go but...do you think we can take a selfie with that sign?" he asked pointing at the Leaving Azure Heights sign.
"You want to take a picture...with a sign? Um sure, whatever you want I guess."
Carver smiled at me again but in this moment it felt different like the bond between us became stronger than it was before. I don't really know how else to describe it, like he trusts me a lot more than he already does. It felt...nice, so nice that I couldn't help but to smile. By the time I had looked up, Carver was already out and about taking selfies with the sign all by himself. He's back to being that sweet adorable puppy that I love so much. I'm actually jealous that he can go from such serious conversations to actively engaging in something fun so quickly. You'd never guess that we just had a heart to heart just because of how bright and cheery he is.
"Babe, are you just going to stay in the car all day daydreaming? Come out already!" Carver yelled standing by the sign.
I smiled again and stepped out of the car only to trip on my own feet.
"You okay?" Carver asked running up to grab me. "You should really watch where you're going. Or you know, not trip on your own two feet."
"Oh ha ha, very funny. Did you come here just to make fun of me or are you actually gonna help me up?"
"I'm just teasing," he laughed as he helped me up. "But really, your own two feet? Can you be any cuter?"
"Hmph, I'm just gonna take my own selfies...without you since you want to be mean," I whined sticking my tongue out at him.
Once I got myself to the sign, I did in fact start taking my own selfies without Carver although they all looked like crap. And no, I'm not talking about myself, I mean I do look like crap compared to him and well mostly everyone, but what I mean is that they were blurry. Damn me and my shaky hands. I'm not even nervous or anything, my hands are just always shaky. This is some unexplained bullshit honestly. It's the worst. While I tried to remedy my own blurry shots, Carver came over to steady my phone with his own hand.
"Better?" he asked coming into frame. He kissed me on my temple and tapped on the white circle towards the bottom of the screen. Of course, it's no longer blurry and it actually came out pretty well even though I looked like a deer in headlights, wide eyed and red as hell with all the blushing going on. He looked nice though, he even smiled into that kiss. "What do you think? Should we take another?"
"Can we? I look like shit."
"What do you mean? You look great!"
"You look great, I don't. Are we even looking at the same picture?" I asked pointing at my obviously embarrassing expression. "Look at my face!"
"Yeah, I see it. You look cute like always."
"Can we just take another? Maybe one where I'm smiling?"
"We can take as many as you want. But I'm texting this one to me first," he said as he started tapping away at my phone. "Huh, that's weird."
"Ugh, I told you I looked bad."
"Not that, you stop saying mean things about my boyfriend by the way, but uh you have no service."
"What do you mean?" I asked taking my phone away. He was right, no signal at all. "What about you? Do you have signal?"
"Already ahead of you," he said as he looked at his phone. "Nope. I guess this place is a dead zone for cell reception. Well I started sending myself that picture of us to my phone. Don't mess with it. I want that one. I'll get it whenever we get reception again."
"Okay well let's take another one really quick. I hate to say this, because I'm starting to sound like my mom, but let's take a nice one, where we're both smiling."
"Aw how sweet of you, thinking about your mom like that, I will definitely take a nice one for her," he said wrapping his left arm around my shoulders. This time he used his phone. "Say cheese!"
I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled big showing my not so white teeth. I swear I really need to get some whitening strips even if they do make my teeth sensitive temporarily. I knew if I had just smiled without them my mom would not be happy.
"This is perfect! I think your mom's going to love this," he said passing his phone up to me. "What do you think? Does this pass the test or did you find something else to nitpick about? Since I'm blind and I can't see what you apparently see."
"Well that's cause you're biased and can't see my flaws."
"You don't have any flaws and if you do, you don't but I'm saying it for your sake, they're so small that its irrelevant to even bring up. You're perfect to me and that's all that matters, if you ask me."
The only thing I could do in that kind of situation was to blush again, I really can't help doing that whenever he's around. He always has my back even when I don't. It's comforting, really.
"So?" he asked again.
"It's as you said, it's perfect," I said smiling at the picture of us looking so happy holding each other smiling. It would be even more perfect if our background wasn't the "You are now leaving Azure Heights" sign but I guess you can't win them all. "Can we go home now or do you want to take a picture by the welcome sign too?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I think we've spent enough time here. Let's go home babe."
We walked back to the car hand in hand and although Carver hopped immediately inside, I stopped right at the door and looked back towards Azure.
"So long Azure, it's been...," I paused trying to come up with something witty but in its place was just pictures, memories of Carver and I, swirling around in my head. I guess it's best if I don't come up with something witty, I might just jinx myself, instead I simply shook my head and climbed into my seat. "Okay, good to go."
"I would if I could but I think I need the magic touch again."
"It's not starting again?" I asked concerned.
"Don't worry your pretty little face, once you do your thing we'll be on our way home. Care to take a crack at it?"
Reaching over, I turned the key but unlike the first go around, it didn't start. I tried a couple more times to no avail.
"Are we outta gas or something? I don't know anything about cars but that's the only thing I can think of."
"No, we just got gas after the pick up. It's a gas guzzler but it wouldn't go empty that quick," he said as he shifted his gaze to the gas gauge. "Just as I thought, it's still full."
"Um, maybe it's the battery? Can we jump the car?"
"We would need another car to do that and last time I checked...there hasn't been a single car around since we got on the highway."
"Oh no, we're not stranded are we?" I panicked.
"Don't panic. We might need a tow—"
"A tow? In the middle of nowhere? How are we—"
"Fang, just breathe. Relax. It's not a big deal. To be honest, I kind of expected this to happen. Of course, not today so don't bite my head off, but in general. This is a pretty old car and as much as my grandpa tinkers with it...this was just bound to happen. I just wish it didn't happen right now. I'm going to call AAA. Don't worry, I'll get us home," he said pulling his phone out only to frown. "Shit, still no reception. Can you go outside and see if you can get some service?"
"Sure, anything that'll get us home faster," I said as I took his phone and stepped back out. Still nothing. Sure I had just stepped out but I was hoping for something. I walked towards the sign again and again nothing, not even a single bar.
"Anything?" Carver yelled from the car.
"No, still nothing. I'm going to try to walk a little more and see if I can get something."
"Okay don't walk too far. Hey did you say we had another water?"
"Yeah it's in my bag!"
I walked a forward a little more towards a rogue cornfield that still seemed miles away from where I was and then it hit me. There's something in my bag that I still was a little iffy to show Carver. As soon as I turned around, I could just barely see him rifling through my bag. There's no way I'm gonna get there in time but I sprinted back there as fast as I could. It only took me about ten seconds to get there but I could tell that it was too late as I could see him turn his head and smile.
"H-Hey babe, I-I was able to get signal all the way out there close to that cornfield," I lied out of breath. "Could I see my bag for a second?"
"Sure, but first can you tell me why you had this in here?" Carver asked pulling out a palm sized cylindrical bottle with a slight blue hue with a matching solid blue cap.
"Uh would you believe me if I told you it's not what you think it is and it surely isn't what it says on the bottle?" I asked awkwardly.
"I would...if you didn't word it so suspiciously. So, do you want to start or should I start asking questions?"
I groaned, stepped back into the car, and began to tell Carver why I had lube in my bag.
"Well sometime after Christmas, Dante pulled me aside when I was working and he told me that he had a gift for me but he couldn't give it to me on Christmas because it would have been awkward or something and he didn't want you to get the wrong idea," I paused trying to gauge my current situation based on his face and let's just say he was very intrigued.
"Uh huh, continue."
"Well he pulled out this bottle of lube and said that I will thank him later. I told him that I still wasn't sure if I was ready for that but he said something along the lines that it was a better idea to be prepared just in case I were to change my mind. I chucked it in my bag that day and haven't really taken it out since."
"Why didn't you just leave it in your room?"
"Have you met my mom?"
"Yeah, but she's cool. I don't think there's anything to worry about. Don't you think you're overthinking it just a little."
"I know, I know, but she's still a mom and in the back of my mind I have this strong feeling like she snoops every now and then and if she were to find this she would just bombard me with all these questions and I don't know. I just didn't want to have the talk again. And now that you two are all buddy buddy now, I didn't want her to question you about it when you had no idea."
"So...why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know, I just didn't want you to get any ideas. Especially since I keep saying that I'm not ready and I didn't want to give you mixed signals."
"Fang, you know me. I'm very patient and understanding. If you had just told me in the beginning, I would have understood. Sure I would have gotten really excited, because I am, but I know you're not ready. I'm not going to push you into anything you don't want to do. You always have a choice with me and you can always tell me no or stop me if I'm overstepping. I never want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into something you don't want to do or not ready to do yet. I kind of hoped you were comfortable with me enough to talk to me about this. I'm sorry if I haven't made you comfortable enough with me yet. If there's something I'm doing wrong, please tell me," he said placing his hand on my thigh.
"I-I know. I-It's not your fault, I'm just—I'm just my own inner saboteur. You're doing everything right, it's all me, as always," I sighed.
"No, it's not. In a relationship, it's never one person's fault. I obviously did something wrong even if you don't realize it or want to admit to it and I'm sorry."
"Carver, no stop," I said turning towards him and placing my hands on his thigh. "You have done nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. Let me take responsibility for my own fuck ups."
"But I—"
"No, no buts. I'm sorry for this whole mess. We wouldn't even be having this conversation if I had just been up front and told you, instead of keeping stupid secrets. And besides it's not like I'm completely opposed to the idea of going all the way now. It's been on my mind for a while now to be honest."
Right as those words passed my lips, I froze. Oh god, did I really say that out loud?
"You what?! Did I just hear you say that you want to have sex? Not just blowjobs but like all the way?"
"I-I mean, y-yeah I-I guess I said that," I said not backing away from it. It's out there now, might as well come clean about, well everything that's been running through my mind recently.
"W-W-With me though right?" Carver asked unsure of himself for some odd reason.
"Of course with you! What kind of question is that, Carver? There's no one I'd rather lose my v-card to and there's no else in my life. I don't know why you would even think that there's someone else."
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm just—We don't talk about going all the way that often because I just assumed you weren't ready yet a-and y-you just said that you weren't ready and—"
"To be clear, I never said I wasn't ready, you did. All I said was that I didn't want to send mixed signals. Unless you're talking about the past when I kept saying it then I guess you're right," I sighed. "I've been mulling over this for weeks before Dante even gave me the lube."
"Weeks? And you didn't say anything?"
"Remember, inner saboteur and everything? So like I was saying, I've been thinking about it for weeks now and I-I um...I think I'm ready now."
Shit it's like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. What a relief. But I think the cards are all in his hands now.
"W-wait really?!" he said excitedly only to control himself seconds later. "I-I mean, are you sure? I-I'm not saying I don't want to, because I clearly do, but you've always said that you weren't ready for this and I'd hate myself if the only reason you want to now is because I'm somehow pressuring you. I-If I'm pressuring you in any way just—"
"Carver calm down, you have nothing to worry about. You are the best boyfriend in the whole world. Sure I have nothing to compare you to besides teen rom-coms but I still stand by what I said. To be completely honest, I did feel pressured in the beginning of our relationship but that's only because of everything that I've seen on TV and movies but you've been really patient and I just figured that if I was gonna lose it to anyone it'd be you and I trust you wholeheartedly. I just want us to have this moment for ourselves. I don't think we'll have a chance to do this at home when my mom and your grandparents are always home. I mean blowjobs are one thing but I don't know how we'd be able to immediately "act normal" if they walked in on us with me on top of you and—"
"You want to be on top?" Carver asked curiously.
"I-I mean um, I don't know? Did I say it wrong? If I'm the one taking it that would make me a bottom right? So that means I can't be on top or—crap I don't know what I'm saying now," I said flustered.
"Babe, it's okay. I'm nervous too," he said reassuring me and holding my hand. "We'll just take it one step at a time okay? But I have to ask you this again just to be sure I'm not dreaming any of this, are you sure you, not me, you. Are you sure?"
"U-Um, I think so?"
"Babe, that doesn't instill much confidence. Maybe we should just forget—"
Before he could finish his sentence my body started to move on its own and one moment we're sitting next to each other and the next I'm straddling him with my small butt on his lap. I could practically feel it poking against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, both of us breathing heavily, and we just gazed into each other's eyes.
"I want you, only you," I whispered. "Won't you please, take me?"
"I-I um," were the only words he could get out before he nodded vehemently while firmly grasping each cheek in his hands. The next thing I knew he pushed me to the side, knocking me back and regrettably hitting my head against the door. "Oh shit Fang, I-I'm sorry. I-I guess I got a little excited there."
"Ow," I whined rubbing the back of my skull. "It's fine, just warn me next time."
"A-Are you sure you're okay? Shit so much for making your first time perfect, I'm so sorry."
"Babe it's fine, I'm okay, but what about you? How are you feeling?" I asked reaching down to rub his hard dick through his denim jeans. "You seem ready to go still. I don't think I've seen you this excited in a while, not since that first time we blew each other."
I could see the fire burning as I gazed into his hazel eyes.
"Oh my god! Baby what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing yet, but I can feel something that'll be in me soon. Want me to take care of that?" I asked softly still rubbing and tugging at it. "Unless you don't want to anymore..."
Before I knew it, the fire in his eyes consumed his whole body as he was excitedly pulling off his clothes and tossing them in the back until he was knelt before me in his birthday suit. I had only a moment to admire him in all his glory before he had his hands all over me pulling all my clothes off in a matter of seconds leaving me also in my birthday suit. He was already breathing heavily in front of me as I gulped realizing this was really happening.
"You sure you still want to do this?" he asked again.
I stared at him blankly partly because I couldn't believe that we were actually doing it; it felt like my nerves were eating me alive, my body was shaking more than usual. But for the most part, I was wondering why he kept asking me if I wanted to do it. Does he not want me? Have I played the part of the scared little virgin a little too long? Now not only did I have to deal with the nerves, I also had to deal with this self-doubt.
"Why do you keep asking if I want to do this or not? D-Do you not...want to anymore?" I asked trying but failed miserably to hide the hurt in face.
"Wh-What? No! Baby, I—It's just this is still a surprise to me that you want to all of a sudden. I just want to make sure that you know what you're getting yourself into. Once you start you can't back out—well no, you can, you absolutely can back out and say you don't want to anymore because consent and everything but what I meant is—" Carver paused. I could tell that he was struggling to get the right words out as he kept fumbling over his own words.
"Carver, I want this and I want this with you. So shut up and let me have this."
"But I—"
"No, don't say anything. I know you want this to be perfect for me and it's probably because I've always said that I wanted my first time to be perfect but it already is because I'm with you. Being with you makes this perfect. So just shut up before you ruin the moment. Just lean back and relax."
"Okay, I'll shut up now," he nodded as he sat back his dick still rock hard sticking straight up.
He eyed me as I took a deep breath and got on all fours next to him and leaned over grabbing his dick in my hand. After months of being together I was no stranger to giving head at this point in the relationship. We've practically been doing this everyday since winter break started, once before my shift and another after my shift. Before I opened my already salivating mouth, I took a deep whiff of his junk. I don't know what it is about the smell of his musk but it drives me crazy every single time and he knows it. I can't get enough of it. One whiff and I'm in some kind of weird, sexual high. I took one quick glace over at him. He still had his eyes locked on me but with his hands behind his head. He had even scooted forward slightly, he just looked really comfortable and relaxed. Then out of nowhere he winked at me and nodded in the direction of his dick.
"Yes sir," I winked back.
With his meat in my hand, I glided my tongue from the base to the tip making sure to look back at him when I got to the top, even smacked his dick on my tongue a few times while giving him a sly and wicked smile just so that I could see him tilt his back and bite into his bottom lip. The look on his face always gave me great pleasure knowing I can make someone like him react that way. Of course, like clockwork, I would immediately go down slobbering on him till the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. Every time trying to take more and more than the day before eventually having to come back up to gag, my eyes a watering mess. I hate having a gag reflex.
"Take it easy," he said caressing the back of my head. "We have lots of time."
He always says this, but even so, I've made it my life's goal to take all of him like our first time. Although there were different circumstances to that happening, he's been able to control his aggressive sexual side since then. Instead of forcibly shoving me down, he always just grabs a handful of my hair as he erupts in my mouth leaving him a shaken mess.
After wiping my eyes with the stroke of the back of my finger, I leaned forward once more only to be stopped by him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"N-Nothing, I have an idea," he said as he stuffed his two fingers into my salivating mouth. Once he was satisfied swirling his fingers around my wagging tongue for a few seconds, he gently pulled them back out to marvel at how slick they got. "Good boy."
I smiled thinking nothing of it and went back to town, slowly bobbing up and down on his meat until I felt those same spit soaked fingers circling my hole. Acting purely on instinct, I immediately clenched up even though I did just tell him to take me.
"Sorry," I squeaked with my head in his lap.
"It's okay. Just relax. If it's too much, you can tell me to stop. Okay?"
"Mhm," I nodded as I went back to it.
Carver took a deep breath and slowly fingering my hole with one of his fingers. I had to stop what I was doing again because I couldn't stop myself but to clench and stick my knees together. I couldn't help but to squirm and tremble all because of one finger.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"Yes!" I cried as I felt his whole finger in there.
"Okay I'll stop," he said as he slowly started to pull out.
"Wait!"
"Huh?"
"I change my mind, don't stop, please," I whimpered as I could feel myself dripping onto the seat all while still shaking.
I tried to concentrate back on him but each time I would, he would just stick his finger deeper into me, causing my eyes to rollback as I moaned into his lap. I tried to stifle my moans with his wet, slick dick in my mouth but then he slowly started pushing in his second finger and that's when I lost it. The trembling intensified as he started moving his fingers in my virginal hole, I could barely keep steady.
"Ca-Carver, I-I c-can't," I cried.
"Do you need to me stop again?" he asked worried as he immediately stopped and was already pulling out.
"N-N-No, f-f-f-f m-m-me" I muttered as I tried to control myself still whimpering into his lap.
"What? I didn't understand what you said," he said. At this point his fingers were just barely touching my hole.
Shakily, I pushed myself up facing him and said, "Fuck me please. I need you inside me."
His whole face lit up and his jaw dropped.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. D-D-Did you just say to um—I-I um—Are you sure?"
I nodded. "I can't take it anymore. If you keep fingering me, I'm gonna cum already. I don't want my first time to be just fingers. I want the whole experience."
"U-U-Uh y-yeah of course. I-I c-can do that. L-Let me just uh get behind you real quick," he said still fumbling with his words.
"Am I okay where I am or do I need to move too?"
"Y-You're perfect, um just sc-scoot up a little," he said.
As I crawled closer to the driver's side, I could just barely in the corner of my eye see him awkwardly get behind me. His hands were shaking as he cupped my ass.
"Is everything okay back there?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous."
"What do you mean? Aren't you the expert here?"
"Different circumstances. This is my first time doing this with someone I care about, someone I love. In essence, this is my first time too."
"Oh crap, I forgot, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I want this to be perfect, just as much as you, even if you say you don't care about it being so. I know you, you want this to be perfection. I'll try to live up to your expectations," he paused. I could feel him lining up the tip of his dick to my tiny hole, then he paused again and asked, "Wait do you have protection?"
"Oh yeah!" I said turning back around. "I completely forgot about all of that."
I could see the reflection of him in the driver's side window. He knelt there awkwardly with his dick still rock solid, twitching. Turning around, I rummaged through the backseat. The whole time my ass was dangling in the air as I was deep in the pile of clothes we haphazardly tossed back here. It probably wouldn't have taken quite as long had there not been other miscellaneous trash back here from school and work, and that drone that Cody asked us to take with us. That thing was actually pretty heavy in this position. I don't know how Cody would even fit back here with all this junk back here. As I dug down deeper, through the mess, half expecting to enter a portal to some fictitious land, I could feel something warm and wet slither along my crack. I involuntarily jumped, closing my legs, sticking my knees tightly together again, and whimpered.
"Ca-Carver!" I cried.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. Your ass was just wagging in my face. It was begging me for a taste," he admitted now with both hands cradling my ass as he feverishly tongue whipped my hole.
Whimpering again, I finally found my jeans through all the mess and pulled out my wallet. As I gingerly pulled at the condom in one of the slots, I could feel swirl into my hole causing my feet to quiver.
"Mmmmmungh!" I moaned as I jumped back up. Turning around, I sat down next to him panting.
"So I take it you like getting your ass eaten?" he smirked.
"Oh shut up," I said playfully smacking him in the arm. "I'd probably enjoy it more if I weren't teetering over there like seesaw. But hey, at least I found this!"
Waving the gold and black wrapper in his face, he smiled and took it from me.
"Hey, I remember this," he chuckled. "This is the same one right?"
"Ha ha," I said dryly. "Of course it's the same one. I didn't see myself using this anytime soon plus I didn't think I'd use it this year. Guess my mom was right in giving me it, only delayed by a few months."
"I'm joking," he chuckled again. "Who knows, you could have practiced putting it on a banana or a cucumber or something."
"Oh shut up!" I said rolling my eyes pushing him back so I could get back into position. "Well are we doing this?"
I could hear the tearing of the wrapper behind me. In the corner of my eye, I saw the gold and black wrapper thrown across the dashboard. Next, I heard the snap of the bottle as the lube cap flipped open and then the squish of the lube as he rubbed and stroked it all over his meat.
"Okay you ready?" he asked as he placed the tip against my hole again.
"Mhm."
"Try to relax. Breathe slowly, in and out," he said softly yet confidently.
I gulped as he began to slowly push through. I tried to slowly breathe but I could feel a surge of pain shoot up through my spine and I immediately clenched up as I breathed a sharp inhale.
"Ow, ow, ow! Stop! It hurts!" I cried, my jaw clenched and my eyes shut tightly.
"I-I'm sorry," he apologized as he pulled out.
I moaned and groaned as I turned over to lie on my back to stare at the plain cloth roof speckled with remnants of dirt and dust.
"So much for our first time," I whined. "How much did you um, get in there?"
"Just the tip."
"Ugh! I'm such a wimp."
"Baby, it's okay. It's your first time. Trust me when I say it hurt for me too, a lot actually," he said in a grimace.
"I'm sorry, Carver. I didn't mean to—Maybe we could try a different position?" I suggested.
"Of course, you stay just like that," he said as he tossed my legs over his shoulder and pulled me in. "A-Are you sure you're okay with trying again?"
"Yeah, I really want to...try again," I tried to reassure him. "That first one was just a fluke. I'll be good this time. I promise."
"Okay," he said as he positioned his dick on my hole again and slowly pushed in. I winced and shut my eyes again causing him to stop. "I'm hurting you again aren't I?"
"It hurts...but only a little. I think I can handle it a little better this time," I said as I tried to steady my breathing.
Carver didn't speak this time but only nodded. I could feel him pull out, and for a second there I was disappointed in myself because I made him stop again, but instead of staying out he pushed back in but I could feel a lot more than just the tip.
"Fuck, I can't! Stop, it hurts too much," I cried as I pushed off of him with my feet. I ended up knocking him and I back in opposite directions. With my back against the door, I looked up and I could just see the hurt clearly written in his face. I felt like such shit I curled up into a little ball and started crying. "I'm sorry."
"Oh baby, no, it's not your fault. It's okay really, come here," he said consoling me as he sat right next to me rubbing my back. "I should've known better than to let you do this. I-It's my fault."
"No, it's not!" I sobbed. "I just wanted to be spontaneous and sexy an-and I just wanted to live up to your expectations and I wanted to be a good boyfriend. I've been feeling guilty now because I keep getting pressured by other people asking why we haven't fucked yet an-and now I've ruined the mood by being a cry baby."
"Fang, I didn't know you felt that way. You've already passed my expectations by choosing to still be with me. An-And you don't have to be spontaneous or anything for me, just be you. And if you haven't noticed, I only have eyes for you. You're sexy, cute, hot, you're all of that and much more. I wish you could see what I see."
"But eventually that'll fade and you'll get tired of my antics and quirks and leave me for someone...normal with the confidence and conventional beauty."
"No, I won't. Don't you remember when I said that we're going to grow old together and do all these great things? I meant it."
"Yeah, but—"
"No, no buts, I meant it, all of it. I know this is going to sound crazy and probably cliché but I knew from the moment I locked eyes on you that I was going to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Carver—"
"Let me finish. Look I didn't know that we'd end up boyfriends. Honestly I thought I was out of your league. I didn't think you'd fall for someone like me. I was happy when we instantly became friends that first day of school. I was thrilled. And then the more we hung out, the more my heart yearned for you. Fang, I love all of you, from your sarcastic personality, how animated you become when you talk about all of the things you love, the way you roll your eyes whenever I do something stupid, when you blush at all of things I say, all of it. This sex stuff, and I'm being one hundred percent honest here, we don't have to go all the way anytime soon. Do I want to? Yes, but I only want to when you feel like you want it, not when you're feeling pressured. If you still want to try it today, cool, but if you want to wait and try again later, that's cool too. I'm going to be by your side the whole way. I'm not going anywhere without you."
After listening intently to his whole statement, I thought it was stupid for me to even be crying so somehow his words stopped the waterworks. Instead I released the hold around my legs, wrapped my arms around his waist, and leaned into his left side only to realize his dick was still wrapped up and rock hard throughout this whole ordeal.
"This isn't going away anytime soon is it?" I asked pointing at it.
He chuckled again.
"Yeah, no, I don't what's up with it. I'll try to think of dead puppies or something."
"No!" I said taking hold of it. "Maybe we can try just one last time? You know, third times the charm or however that saying goes? I'd hate for this to go to waste."
"Fang, I don't think that's such a good idea. After everything we just talked about maybe it's best if we try another day. I don't want to stress you out anymore than you already are."
"Do you also love my stubbornness?" I asked as I knelt over his lap lining his dick up against my hole.
"O-Of course I do, but baby I don't know about this."
"If it's too much, I'll pull myself off. I need to suck it up and be there for you too."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know, you I'm terrible with words, but I'm gonna get good at this even if it kills me," I said as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Wait, why are your eyes closed? Have you been closing your eyes this whole time?"
"Um y-yeah," I said opening them.
"Well don't do that. Look at me instead."
"I-I don't see how that's gonna change anything."
"Can you just try it my way?"
"Fine," I said opening them to find Carver looking right at me. I gulped again as I felt my face flush. Why am I getting nervous all of a sudden?
"Don't forget to breathe okay? Slowly in and out," he instructed as he cradled my ass as I lowered myself onto him.
Somehow, probably out of sheer luck, it didn't hurt as much this time around. Don't get me wrong, it still hurt but instead of a ten it was more of a five. As I sat down deeper, I started wincing again and biting my lower lip and every time I would do that he would slowly lift me up. Every sharp inhale, he'd lift me up and then I'd sit back down deeper each time balancing myself with my hands on his shoulder. I could feel his thickness stretch my whole each time. Around the fifth time he lifted me up, I sat down and could feel his thighs up against me.
"Oh my god, I did it!" I cried rising up slightly.
"Th-The eagle ha-has l-l-landed," he stuttered.
"Wh-What?" I asked sitting back down only to understand exactly what he meant as I whimpered on the way down.
"Ne-Nevermind. F-F-Fuck! Baby, that f-f-feels s-so good," Carver said biting his lower lip and knocking his head back.
"Wh-What do I do now?" I asked looking straight at him, trembling while holding him close.
"Just k-k-keep...doing th-that. Y-Y-You're in...c-c-control," he said, his breath unsteady.
I'm in control. Cool, not like I know what I'm doing or anything. I continued to gyrate my hips back and forth slowly as there was still lingering pain but mainly drowned out by this inexplicable sensation. Pleasure doesn't really give it credit honestly. You know that butterfly feeling you get when you go on that pirate ship ride at amusement parks? It's sorta like that but intensified and I don't want it to stop. As I'm slowly getting a feel of having him inside me like this, he leans forward and starts playing with my nipples. At first he would just playfully rub the pads of his fingers around, sending chills down my spine. But then he started suckling on the right one, flicking his tongue around, while he jerked my dick in his hand. I couldn't help but to lean back and cry out due to the intense pleasure. My whole body was trembling on top of him, I was weak at the knees but I didn't want it to stop, but I could feel my legs starting to stiffen. I never was one to be too physically active so the strain on my legs were causing them cramp up.
"Ca-Carver, I-I can't," I shuddered trying to relieve my the pain in my leg muscles.
"D-Do you want to st-st-stop?"
"N-No, you're d-d-driving m-me c-c-crazy," I whimpered clawing into his back. I mustered all the strength I could to lean forward and say, "T-Take control."
Carver's eyes lit up again. He stared at me blankly like he was unsure of the words I just spoke to him.
"A-Are you sure?"
"Quit asking, j-just f-fuck me, p-please," I whimpered again leaning into him.
His hands slowly migrated back under me, both of his palms holding me up by my ass cheeks, only for him to match the same rhythm I was doing, slowly pushing in and out. Every now and then, I could tell just by looking at him that he was trying very hard to control himself from changing pace, he stayed very focused the whole time. I think he was still concerned about not hurting me and I appreciate him being that way but I was starting to feel pretty selfish.
"Ca-Carver," I panted.
"Y-Yeah?" he asked panting too.
"F-F-Faster."
"Huh?" he asked again pumping on the brakes.
"F-Fuck m-m-me fa-faster. I know y-you want to, I c-c-c-can tell," I whimpered biting into my bottom lip.
"B-But I d-d-don't want to hurt y-you."
"It's okay, I-I want it. I-I-I w-want you to f-f-feel good too. J-Just r-ravage me, fuck m-me like an animal."
"If you're s-s-sure," he said looking at me for approval.
I nodded and as soon as I did he held me closer to him with his hands on my back. He growled and began pumping into me in haste.
"F-Fuck!" he grunted.
I couldn't respond with any more words, he left me breathless. I was moaning, whimpering, and panting directly into his ear. It felt so much better with him doing all the work.
"C-Carver, d-don't st-stop!" I cried. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I bit into his shoulder. I could feel myself absolutely lose it. I was so close. "C-Carver, I-I'm...ungh!"
My whole body was convulsing as my throbbing hard dick exploded my hot, sticky load all over his washboard abs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...ungh!" Carver growled clawing into my back, pounding one last hard, deep thrust into me. He was drenched in sweat as he panted aggressively as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. We stayed in that position for a few minutes as we both panted heavily trying to catch our breath. I could feel his once hard dick soften within me.
Once I was able to catch my breath I asked, "Was I okay?"
"Are you kidding me right now? You were so good, so fucking good," he said breathy as he pulled out his limp dick. I could hear the snap of the condom as he pulled it off and tossed it to the side. "You are so sexy, you know that?"
"Really?" I asked blushing.
"Fuck yes, baby," he said planting a firm kiss on my lips. "Ten out of ten, would fuck again."
"You're such a dork," I chuckled.
"I fucking love you, so, so much. Words can't describe how much I'm in love with you," he said with his arms around my waist.
"I feel the exact same way," I said blushing and smiling at him. Now that my mind was at ease, I was able to relax a bit only to realize that my cum was still splattered all over his glistening torso. "Want me to clean that up?"
He looked down and saw what a mess I made on him. He smirked and scooped it all up in his hands.
"And what? Let a good thing like this go to waste? What do I look like? An animal? Your cum has my name written all over it," he said as he began licking the cum out of his hands like it was some sweet treat.
"B-Babe!"
"Why are you acting all surprised? You know I swallow. This is no different."
"W-Well when you say it like that it makes sense," I said bashfully.
"You're too cute, you know that? Just another thing I love about you."
"Okay enough of this love-y dove-y stuff or else I'm gonna implode due to all of the compliments you've been giving me. Maybe we should get dressed so we can head home?" I suggested.
"Oh right, we should definitely head back. What time is it? I feel like the sun's going to set anytime now."
We both hurriedly got dressed and checked our phones, still no service. With the sunset right on our asses came the growing concern of the freezing temps that came along with it. Carver got desperate and decided to walk around outside in hopes of getting signal. I, however, stayed behind in the car. As I waved my phone around in different angles within the car, I kept hearing this mechanical chirp. At first I thought it was my phone, but I still had no service. Then I thought it was the car but this thing is so old, it's ancient, there's absolutely no way this thing is capable of making any sounds past creaking. I didn't let it bother me much though as we had other things to worry about.
"Any luck?" I asked Carver as he climbed back into the driver's seat. He didn't have to answer, all of his frustration was written on his face. He was defeated. "So no?"
"Maybe we should walk back to that place and ask them to call us a tow," Carver suggested with his feet up on the dashboard.
"Is that a good idea? How long would it take for us to walk back there?"
"Well I don't think we have much of a choice unless someone drives by. How do you feel about hitchhiking?"
"Do I look like I wanna die?"
"You're not going to die. You know I won't let anyone touch you."
"I know but well, horror movies have me fucked up. So hitchhiking? That's gonna have to be a hard pass for me."
"Well I don't think—," he paused as his brows furrowed. "What the hell is that noise?"
"Oh you hear it too? I have no idea but I've tuned it out for the most part."
"It sounds close," he said as he started looking everywhere. He listened intently trying to pinpoint where exactly the sound was coming from which then eventually led him to the back seat. If I thought it was dirty before, it's worse now because he was tearing the backseat up, throwing things around without a care. I think the noise was getting to him more than it did me. He hopped back into the front seat with Glitch. "It's the drone. Did you do something to it?"
"Carver, I've been trying to get signal so we can go home. Why would I mess with the drone?"
"Well it wasn't doing this earlier, was it?" he asked holding it up to me.
There was a clear red indicator light flashing at the top of the drone. Upon closer inspection though, it looked more like a functional button instead of just a light. Carver and I looked at each other and without saying a word, Carver pressed the button. Glitch immediately powered up and several light orbs were emitted from the top panel creating a high tech light hologram of Cody's face.
"Finally! You have no idea how long I've been trying to reach you two!" Cody said.
"What the fuck?" Carver and I both said in union. Who is this Cody kid? This shit is straight out of a movie.
"Oh yeah, cool right? While I'd love to explain how I've been able to create this, I'm a little short on time. So I've noticed you two haven't moved in a while. You see I have this pretty neat GPS tracking chip embedded into Glitch's system and—I'm getting off topic again, sorry about that, so uh I thought you two were in a rush? What's the hold up?"
"Uh our car won't start," I answered still awestruck.
"Oh car troubles? I got you. Pop the hood and I'll show you just how cool my boy Glitch is."
Carver and I shared a look again. Are we really talking to Cody through his drone? This is one hell of a day.
"So are we going or what?" Cody asked as his drone zoomed over towards the driver's side window. "By the way, you two are unusually sweaty. Are you two just heavy sweaters? But it's a nice day today so it doesn't really make sense."
"Uh let me get that hood popped you," Carver said changing the topic.
Carver and Cody were now behind the propped up hood as I stayed back frantically sliding back in forth trying to dry down the seats with my body. I've always wondered what people meant when they say "I can smell the sex off of you" and now I can finally say I understand. Hopefully that drone that doesn't have the ability to smell it's environment too but at this point anything is possible.
Moment after I had started flopping around like a fish out of water, Carver asked, "Babe, can you start the car?"
"U-Uh yeah, one sec," I said as I scooted down towards the wheel. I don't know what they did up there but as soon as I turned the key, the old lady finally started. In disbelief I mumbled, "You've gotta be shitting me."
I rolled down the driver's side window as I watched Carver slam the hood down gently and walk back with the drone in his arms.
"I guess he's gone?" I asked pointing at the powered down drone.
"Yeah, he was able to jump the car but at the cost of losing all main power or something like that. It or he was tinkering in there but I think he was just trying to pass time. I don't really understand it much myself but he said the backup battery or something will bring him online by the time we get back. So um let's go before the old girl dies again."
I nodded and slid back to my side. Carver climbed back into the car and placed the drone in the back with all the mess. The drive back seemed to go by a lot quicker than driving here. It must be because I had someone to actually have conversation with instead of listening to someone snores. By the time we got back to Lulu's the sun had set maybe an hour or so beforehand and everyone was already out front laughing and enjoying each other's company. I ended up handing the fireworks over to Dante and Carver handed Glitch over to Henry.
Carver and I headed back inside to grab some much needed food. Once we got into the kitchen though my mom stopped me and pulled me aside.
"So, I see you had fun," she said with a smug smirk.
"Wh-What are you talking about?"
"Let me just say it plainly. You had sex didn't you? You finally let him hit it from the back."
My eyes instantly widened as I stood there awkwardly.
"Mom!" I whined. "How can you say something like that so calmly? Besides, how do even know? How can you tell?"
"I'm your mom. It's my job to know these things. So how was it?"
"Mom! This is weird! I'm not gonna tell you how my first time was! That's insane!"
"I used to tell my mom all of my sexual exploits when I was your age and my mom would tell me hers."
"Cool for you and your mom, you two have a very special relationship. And I'm not saying we don't, because we do. You're the cool mom and everything but news flash, I am not the cool kid. I'm drawing the line at talking to you about sex."
"Well it must have been good if you're trying to keep it all hush hush. If it were bad you would have just said so," she smirked again.
I can't believe she's doing this right now and I can't believe she figured me out so quick. I can't keep anything from her. God this is awkward.
"One last thing before I go outside, did you use protection?"
"Of course! We used the one you gave me months ago."
"Oh thank god," she said clutching her chest. "I mean if you didn't it's probably fine. Carver doesn't seem like the type to sleep around and you can't get pregnant. So you could have done it raw—"
"Mom! Ew!" I cried covering my ears.
"Look I'm very happy that you decided to play it safe. I knew I raised you right. I'll just leave it at that," she said pinching my cheek. "Oh one last thing. I know I said that already but starting tomorrow I'm taking your door. Now that I know that you two are now fully engaging in sexual activities, I'm going to need to take that door."
"What? But Mom!"
"I'm kidding! But I will be watching," she said as she stepped back out.
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"And yeah, Carver and I had sex and almost every day since then we've been fucking. And last night we tried out this new position and he fucked me a little too hard so now I waddle like a penguin," I said.
"Oh cool, congrats," Lulu said in a monotone voice as her eyes were glued to her phone. "Where have a heard that name before? You said his name was Cody Chambers? Why does that name sound so familiar?"
"Is that it? You're not going to say anything else? Weren't you just gonna toss our friendship bracelet in the trash like a second ago? And why do you care about Cody now all of a sudden? You didn't care about him at the party, in fact you were annoyed with the drone buzzing around most of the time."
"Sorry, I'm very happy for you and Carver but I can't believe you met Cody Chambers and that he was at the house! Ugh, I'm so mad at myself right now."
"Why are you acting like he's some sort of celebrity?"
"Because he is! His dad is the founder and CEO of Chambers Security. They're number one in security and Cody's rumored to be the heir to the throne so to speak. He's a child tech prodigy! I'm a big fan of his work. Do you think if I asked nicely, Henry would ask him to help me with an experiment?"
"Lulu we haven't done a science fair since the seventh grade when you set my hair on fire."
"That's a minor detail," Lulu said shoving a piece of lumpia in her mouth.
"Minor detail? I had no eyebrows for a whole year! People used to call me Caveman and Egghead!"
"But hey, you've got a hot boyfriend now," she said deflecting my terrible vivid memories of her last science experiment failure. "Speaking of, Carver you lucky dog!"
Carver arrived with the usual empty teal colored plastic tray. He's like Lulu now, he mooches off of my creations. He only goes in to talk to the cafeteria ladies. He sat down between the two of us and stared at Lulu then at me.
"You told her didn't you?" he asked dryly.
"W-Well—"
"Well?! Fang, I explicitly told you not to."
"In Fang's defense, you never actually told him no. You just babbled on about some fake boyfriend veto trump card or whatever you called it," Lulu countered still not looking up from her phone. "You know what, I'm going to avoid this awkward situation and get myself a water. No, I'll treat myself to some pop. Excuse me."
"Are you mad at me?"
He sighed and said, "Honestly? A little. I just want that kind of stuff to stay between us. I really don't want you to share what we do behind closed doors with other people. How much did you tell her?"
"I'm sorry," I pouted. "Honestly I just told her that we had sex on the way back but I didn't go into detail about it. I just said we had sex and explained why I'm basically a penguin today. Thanks again by the way."
"Sorry about that," he laughed. "In my defense though, you kept moaning and wanting it harder so I just did what you asked."
"No I didn't. You covered my mouth the whole time. The only thing you heard were my muffled moans."
"Okay but you liked it though."
"Let's just say we're even, okay?" I said glaring at him.
"Okay, okay, we're even. I'll be gentle next time."
"You better not!"